I'm waiting by the telephone
Breathing through a giant rubber hose
God only knows
Photographs of you and me
Pictures of the friends you used to know
Where did they go?

Don't take my picture down
Don't erase everything that we had
Don't think I let you down
I might be gone
We'll meet again
Can't find you so I'll call your name

Riding on this satellite
Sun faded and sweaty
But that's alright 'cause I'm still alive
Stranded in this memory
Your mouth is wide open
You can't scream

Please pick up the phone
I wanted you to know...